. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... with the mates hurrying things up, and two men landedwith our bow-line and made it fast. The line was drawntaut on board by our steam capstan, and the captain wenton shore to trade with these Indians for their wood, pay-ing them in dry goods and some flour. The word was given us to hustle that wood on board,and away we went with a rush, to be met on the banks bymyriads of mosquitoes that seemed to be waiting for us,and charged on us like mad bees. When we open
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... with the mates hurrying things up, and two men landedwith our bow-line and made it fast. The line was drawntaut on board by our steam capstan, and the captain wenton shore to trade with these Indians for their wood, pay-ing them in dry goods and some flour. The word was given us to hustle that wood on board,and away we went with a rush, to be met on the banks bymyriads of mosquitoes that seemed to be waiting for us,and charged on us like mad bees. When we opened upthe woodpile they swarmed around us, and the blood randown our faces from the bites of these little had no protection from them, and had five cords ofwood to take in, so we had to stand it. I was taken by surprise, for I had never heard it men-tioned that there were mosquitoes in Alaska—I mean suchswarms of them, and so well educated to their work. Afew of the passengers ventured on shore with mosquitonetting over their faces. I noticed that the Indians satin the smoke of some dry logs, and were not troubled by. TAKING IN WOOD ON THE YUKON. UP THE YUKON. 163 them. We got our wood on board, and were soon steam-ing hi) the river again. A few of the torments took passage with us, and wesaw but little sleep after that. One day we landed to cutwood, and were provided with axes. There werent manyprofessional wood-choppers in our crowd, so we got butlittle, and the steamer Avent on her way again. Poor Ryancut his foot, through old Hardall punching him in theribs to hurry him up. Ryans boots were new ones andcost four dollars, but what did Hardall care for that \ Hekept on working us just the same, and I began to feelabout ready to break down. After wooding up and running the gauntlet of mosqui-toes as usual, we landed at the Holy Cross Mission to leta lady passenger off who was going to assist in teachingthe Indians. We saw the young Indian scholars comedown on the
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